Fiction
Fozzie the Dog In Heaven
Today’s random word is assistant.
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Fozzie was in Dog Heaven.
“Hey,” said a bouncy Labrador, “I’m Dylan. Were you an assistant dog too?” “No,” replied Fozzie, “I was a well-loved pet.”
“Oh, you’ll miss your owner here.” He paused, “I miss Henry.”
“I already miss Dave, but it is good not to be in pain.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty great. The best bit’s through that door over there, though.”
A wooden door stood in the field, far in the distance.
“When your owner dies, you will be called, and you’ll go through there to be together again. I can’t wait to see Henry one day.”
This Drabble (a story of exactly 100 words) is written in response to this prompt from Nancy Oglesby:
